1225 The Battle Colosseum

"So, that's why their auras are so weird," w.a.n.g Wei commented, finally figuring out the puzzle. "So many talented individuals: it seems I made the correct decision to come here." He glanced at his new subordinates and started beating them up. He then handed a talisman with access to his strength to the pet.i.te woman before disappearing.

The pet.i.te woman then secretly led the group back to the pavilion; they immediately entered a secret room to activate a formation. "Pavilion Master," they all saluted as they knelt on one knee.

"Things didn't go well?" asked a hoa.r.s.e voice hidden by a black mist.

"We have failed you."

"How strong is he? Do you have a reference?" The Dark Cloud Pavilion Master asked.

"He defeated us with such ease, I'm guessing a minimum of 80%."

"Guess?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but it was truly an overwhelming defeat."

"Is that so?" the shadowy figure muttered. "One last question: why are you still alive?"

"He wanted us to send a message," the pet.i.te woman replied.

"A message? What a bold fellow," the pavilion master sneered, not hiding his slight irritation. "What message?"

The pet.i.te woman hesitated.

"Speak."

The hesitation did not abate.

"Do you want me to repeat myself?" the pavilion master asked sternly.

So, she quickly answered: "He said the next time you people play such tricks on him, he will burn our pavilion down."

The Pavilion Master laughed, his voice containing a hidden chill. "I can't remember the last time an overconfident brat has entered this place." He exhaled deeply. "Maybe this is good news. We've been a little too quiet lately and I need someone to make an example of.

"You're dismissed, and don't forget to head to the Law Enforcement for your punishment."

"Yes, Pavilion Master."

The communication ended, leaving the mysterious figure alone with his thoughts. "I need to start moving." The Dark Cloud Pavilion's current situation was not ideal, especially compared to the other pavilions. The Azure Sky Pavilion sells weapons, talismans, and special ores. The Green Earth Pavilion's primary focus is pills and spiritual herbs. Both these people control over 90% of the market.

The Dark Cloud Pavilion's primary service is information and a.s.sa.s.sination, and they also control the market. However, the nature of their work was different from the others. Resources are rare in this desolate place, so the other pavilions could only do business because of their secret connection to the outside world. However, the Dark Cloud Pavilion did not have to rely on the outside for their work.

This fact was previously a great advantage to them. After all, they did not need to risk trips to the outside world for their business to continue. Sadly, fate was not on their side. The situation on the outside drastically changed, leading to fewer people coming to the Lawless Zone and more people leaving.

The other pavilion's business became easier to conduct, leading to a drastic increase in profit. The Pavilion Master even suspects these pavilions have already established a footing in the outside world, preparing to possibly leave this place. Meanwhile, he's stuck here.

His information network was useless on the outside, and his previous attempts at establis.h.i.+ng one failed miserably. The situation has reached the point where he needs to make drastic changes to maintain his power and maybe even increase it.

w.a.n.g Wei soon arrived before a floating continent with a towering paG.o.da at the center. 'These people seem to enjoy tall buildings,' w.a.n.g Wei remarked. There were no entrance guards or fees, so he casually entered; the process was easy as the formation did not even stop him. However, w.a.n.g Wei immediately felt another formation scanning his body.

Once that was done, a few characters appeared above his head: [Empyrean. Victory: 0. Loss:0] Then, a spatial power enveloped him, teleporting him to the east side of the continent. w.a.n.g Wei looked around, and everyone was the same, with their cultivation and win-loss ratio written above their heads.

'The information so far is correct. The east side is for immortal cultivators, and the west side is for mortals,' w.a.n.g Wei thought. He suddenly took a deep breath and inhaled. 'The energy in the environment can accelerate healing, but it also makes it easier for people to be violent and start fights. This Barbarian King truly wors.h.i.+ped the art of combat.'

"Hey, you over there."

"Yes?" w.a.n.g Wei replied.

"I like your clothes. Give them to me," said a middle-aged man with a lion mane for a beard.

w.a.n.g Wei looked above his head: [Empyrean. Victory: 3134. Loss: 12.]

"No," he declined.

"b.a.l.l.sy, aren't you? I like your kind. Come, let's decide the owners.h.i.+p of your clothes with combat," the middle-aged man declared with a grin. "Do you want Regular or Killing Battle?" In this place, you cannot refuse another person's challenge unless you're a [t.i.tled] individual, in which case only other people with t.i.tles can challenge you. Of course, people with higher cultivation can challenge lower cultivation, but only in regular combat.

"I choose Killing Battle."

The middle-aged man's smile froze. "Do you understand what you're doing?"

"I do," w.a.n.g Wei nodded. "After killing you, I can inherit everything that belongs to you, including your house, wives, and resources, and even your dead body will now be my property."

The middle-aged man turned red. Most people will choose regular battles unless they have deep animosity. He only wanted to take this b.a.s.t.a.r.d's clothes as a welcoming ceremony to this place. He did not expect to meet a madman.

'Where does his confidence come from?' he thought with gritted teeth. 'No matter. I'm confident in my victory, and I'll make sure he regrets his choice.' Anyway, it's not like he can decline this fight, especially since he's the one who initiated it.

"Fine." As soon as he uttered these words, the surroundings changed. A force suddenly appeared and teleported them to a desolate world with a red sun and no life in sight. The middle-aged man rushed toward w.a.n.g Wei immediately after the teleportation process ended, using his knowledge and experience in this place to his advantage.

Boom!

w.a.n.g Wei slapped him, and a loud cracking sound echoed in the sky, followed by a large explosion as the middle-aged man crashed on the ground. w.a.n.g Wei appeared next to him, looking at him with cold and indifferent eyes.

"Mermercy."

"No problem, but you must be my follower from now on," w.a.n.g Wei bargained.

"Ookay."

w.a.n.g Wei pointed at his forehead before releasing a blue light. However, he soon frowned. 'A restriction? Moreover, it's odd. Although its power is only at the Empyrean Level, its essence is much higher. What's more, this one contains a slight Innate aura is the restriction from a Heaven Primarch, or maybe, a Supreme Chaos Treasure?'

w.a.n.g Wei a.n.a.lyzed the situation swiftly. He looked at the middle-aged man. "Why did you surrender when you already belong to someone else?"

"I do?"

"You didn't know?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

'It seems the Barbarian King was not some brute that only cared about fighting. He must have been secretly building his power to ensure his position in this place.'

"Please, don't kill me."

"Don't you have any pride?" w.a.n.g Wei suddenly asked.

"What is pride worth? There is hope for me as long as I'm alive."

'I forgot these cultivators in the upper dimension don't have as much pride as the lower dimension because of how accessible the Emperor Path is,' w.a.n.g Wei commented.

"Alright, I'll spare you. Now, hand over the key to your house and access to all your resources."

"Thank you." The middle-aged man handed him a s.p.a.ce ring, and after checking it, w.a.n.g Wei nodded. His surroundings changed again, and they returned to the Colosseum. His victory increased by one, and w.a.n.g Wei flew away. He fought four more people to check their souls, and two had secret restrictions.

He headed to the center of this continent, where the paG.o.da was located. The middle-aged man was less than 2000 victories away from meeting the requirement to enter the paG.o.da.

Additionally, he was strong enough to buy housing close to the tower. Although it was not as good as those people with 4000 or 5000 victories who could live directly next to the paG.o.da, it was decent. After entering the house, he found more than a dozen women waiting for them.

They were slightly surprised by his presence, but that was the extent of their reaction. "Master," they bowed to him, speaking fluently without hesitation. One of them stepped forward. "What is it you desire today?"

w.a.n.g Wei observed her, and he could immediately detect a strong emotion worry. 'She must have been the favorite, and now, she's worried whether she will lose her position.'

He took a moment to think about what to do with these women. Releasing them would only mean they would become someone else's property. 'Let's just keep them until I take over this place. Then, I can fight for a better way for them to survive.'

"How many of you know how to cook? And I mean, truly know how to cook," he asked. A slight majority raised their hands. "Cook me your best dish; you can use the best materials around."

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